Poetry

Written 3/11/14

What I turn to when my body is filled with emotions yet my lips refuse to part.
My hands glide with ease over my tattoos, writing the story of my heart.
What I reach for when suggestions of intimacy are made but not followed through on.
Wrap myself in memories of free flowing affection.
Words flow freely here, in this space,
I'm vulnerable here. There's space for that, here.
It's safe to be Me.